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He is seen in the likeness above in a rare, 19th century woodcut. This
image was rumoured to have been
commissioned after a bout of unpleasantness
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:: Today's soundtrack: BT "Dreaming" ::
Dreams are funny things aren't they? Anything can happen in a dream. You could be a completely different person, you could be in the body of someone you know, you can fly, have supernatural adventures, or just plain even go to work. I have two types of recurring dreams. They aren't the same dream per se, but follow along the same thread.
One type of dream I have frequently is that I'm fighting monsters, usually vampires. It's not just a few either; oftentimes the world seems overrun with them and I'm the only human around and I have to kill as many as I can. Thinking about it now, awake, I wonder why I feel compelled to fight and kill them. I mean, if I'm the only human there is, I could just find someplace remote and hide, but no. It's a little like one of those crazy cartoons, too, in that I have this seemingly endless arsenal of weapons at my disposal to dispatch the bloodsuckers. I'm never really scared either. I'm facing a virtually inexhaustible army and my duty is clear. These dreams aren't bad.
The other dreams I frequently have are the ones I hate. I'm in my mid twenties and I'm still having nightmares about high school. Sometimes I'm me as I am now, all grown up, and still there, like I didn't graduate yet or something, or that I'm just there for no discernable reason, but I HAVE to go. Many times I'll be in a class and have no idea what's going on and then I find out there was this big assignment I didn't do and I'm never going to get out if don't turn it in. When I try thinking, "why am I here?" in the dream, I can't quite grasp onto my own thoughts. I really hate these dreams.
What's scary about them is that it's your own brain, but you have little control over what's going on; like your mind is trying to trick or sabotage you or something. I wonder if it's at all true that your dreams are a way to reveal mysteries about ourselves to ourselves. If that is the case, I shudder to think what my not minding to fight the hordes of the undead, but cringing at the thought of returning to school means about me? Psycho killer or harmless weirdo? I'm sure Freud would find some way to make all of it about sex, and yeah, people, myself included, think about sex quite a lot, but that doesn't mean that every tiny working of our mind is dedicated to it, does it?
I like to be asleep and dreaming a lot. Dreaming for me is a
pretty good escape tool. Heck, it's the ultimate one. I get to not be me for a
while, and that's pretty fun. I don't know about the rest of you, but I dream
from a third person perspective, meaning I'm usually a person IN the dream, but
I'm also WATCHING that person from the outside. So, it's a lot like getting to
be in and watch a little film starring me in which, the rules and
predispositions of my real life do not apply, and that's pretty darn cool. I can
get away with and DO anything. What sort of escape could be better?
William (dream warrior)
